False Perception, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

The monsoons
I wouldn’t set up
This way
From 13 to 25
Hormones rage away
And torrents of mistakes
Confusing a crush with love
Confusing looks with love
And the hurricane’s pain
Unrequited the ship
Tossed about
Like a ragdoll
Self inflicted storm
Cruel tempest of youth.

No lighthouse
To guide me in
No soothing tongue
Gentle embrace
Jagged jetties
Razor blades
Anchors weigh
Red sky they say
Cruel morning awakes

Port and starboard
Bow and aft
Skuttled hull
I have no craft
Lead balloon
I cannot tempt her
I cannot swoon

I’d sink sooner
This tall ship schooner
The plank is long
I’m walking on
The keel is broken
Rejection has spoken
I’ll always be stuck in
This doldrum monsoon

Cruel tempest of youth.
(end)

I know everyone’s teens and early 20s is different for everyone. Some have it better than others. I wasn’t so lucky in love. I was rejected by the ladies a lot. I was awkward, and sensitive and pimple faced. I couldn’t tell the difference between a crush and love, or mere attraction and love. So even when I did have a brief relationship, it was like being blindfolded and trying to drive a formula 1 car with no breaks. I had no clue what I was doing. I was as smooth as a boulder rockslide in an earthquake in my teens and 20s.

I would have made a great lookout on the Titanic though. Good thing about getting old though, is that you can get over it and learn from it and be wiser. But it sucks going through it as many do.